Lectures on the Dramatic Literature of the Age of Elizabeth: Delivered at the Surrey InstitutionJ. Warren, 1821 - 356 oldal |
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... leaving these weightier matters of criticism to those who are more able and willing to bear the burden , try to bring out their real beauties to the eager sight , " draw the curtain of Time , and shew the picture of Genius ...
... leaving these weightier matters of criticism to those who are more able and willing to bear the burden , try to bring out their real beauties to the eager sight , " draw the curtain of Time , and shew the picture of Genius ...
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... leave it poor indeed . We make them out something more than human , matchless , divine , what we will , " so to make them no rule for their age , and no infringement of the abstract claim to superiority which we set up . Instead of ...
... leave it poor indeed . We make them out something more than human , matchless , divine , what we will , " so to make them no rule for their age , and no infringement of the abstract claim to superiority which we set up . Instead of ...
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... leave little leisure for a competent acquaintance with , or due admiration of , a whole host of able writers of our own , who are suf- fered to moulder in obscurity on the shelves of our libraries , with a decent reservation of one or ...
... leave little leisure for a competent acquaintance with , or due admiration of , a whole host of able writers of our own , who are suf- fered to moulder in obscurity on the shelves of our libraries , with a decent reservation of one or ...
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... leave more disput- able points , and take only the historical parts of the Old Testament , or the moral sentiments of the New , there is nothing like them in the power of exciting awe and admiration , or of rivetting sympathy . We see ...
... leave more disput- able points , and take only the historical parts of the Old Testament , or the moral sentiments of the New , there is nothing like them in the power of exciting awe and admiration , or of rivetting sympathy . We see ...
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... ( leaving religious faith quite out of the question ) of more sweetness and majesty , and more likely to work a change ... leave he took of them on that occasion , " My peace I give unto you , that peace which the world cannot give , give ...
... ( leaving religious faith quite out of the question ) of more sweetness and majesty , and more likely to work a change ... leave he took of them on that occasion , " My peace I give unto you , that peace which the world cannot give , give ...
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29. oldal - Your face, my thane, is as a book, where men May read strange matters : — To beguile the time, Look like the time; bear welcome in your eye, Your hand, your tongue: look like the innocent flower, But be the serpent under it.
225. oldal - But hail, thou goddess sage and holy, Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight...
225. oldal - Fountain heads, and pathless groves, Places which pale passion loves ! Moonlight walks, when all the fowls Are warmly housed, save bats and owls ! A midnight bell, a parting groan ! These are the sounds we feed upon ; Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley, Nothing's so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
299. oldal - ... daily haunts us with dying mementos, and time that grows old in itself, bids us hope no long duration, diuturnity is a dream and folly of expectation.
312. oldal - ... burial, and we shall perceive the distance to be very great and very strange. But so have I seen a rose newly springing from the clefts of its hood, and at first it was fair as the morning, and full with the dew of heaven as a lamb's fleece; but when a ruder breath had forced open its virgin modesty, and dismantled its too youthful and unripe retirements, it began to put on darkness, and to decline to softness and the symptoms of a sickly age; it bowed the head...
226. oldal - Like to the falling of a star; Or as the flights of eagles are; Or like the fresh spring's gaudy hue; Or silver drops of morning dew; Or like a wind that chafes the flood; Or bubbles which on water stood; Even such is man, whose borrowed light Is straight called in, and paid to night. The wind blows out; the bubble dies; The spring entombed in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past; and man forgot.
291. oldal - Homer continued twenty-five hundred years, or more, without the loss of a syllable or letter; during which time infinite palaces, temples, castles, cities, have been decayed and demolished ? It is not possible to have the true pictures or statues of Cyrus, Alexander, Caesar, no nor of the kings or great personages of much later years; for the originals cannot last, and the copies cannot but lose of the life and truth.
55. oldal - At cards for kisses — Cupid paid; He stakes his quiver, bow and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how), With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple of his chin; All these did my Campaspe win. At last he set her both his eyes, She won, and Cupid blind did rise. O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me? THE SONGS OF BIRDS What bird so sings, yet...
253. oldal - SOME ask'd me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say : But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia. Some ask'd how pearls did grow, and where ; Then spoke I to my girl, To part her lips, and show'd them there The quarelets of Pearl.
59. oldal - Shall I make spirits fetch me what I please, Resolve me of all ambiguities, Perform what desperate enterprise I will? I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates.